Iye sun kar usne kahi to isme itna chinta karne bali kya baat hai. Main karoonga iye kaam. Maine kaha lekin ish ke liye agar tujhe sirf bra aur panty ...e camre ke samne ana pare to. To phir usne hasske kahi to kya hui bra aur panty to pehnungi naa nangi to nehi naa. Waise bhi ghar pe to main jadatar usi tarha ke kapde hi pehni rehti hu naa. Tum baas jaa kar Mehta Sir se bol do suiting tyari ke liye. Dusre din jaa ke maine Mehta Sir se keh di Kajal ki baat. Mehta Sir ne kaha to phir thik hai kal. “Wash my back, wife,” he said with a grin as he emphasized the word.With what had happened last night fresh on her mind, washing his back did not bode well for her having to wait for bedtime to make love to her husband again, sore pussy or not. She soaped his back, but couldn’t help pressing her breasts against him and rubbing the soap around.Chuckling, he spun, soaped his hands and went after her breasts. She didn’t know what happened – what brought it on – but she found herself on her knees. As she did her tank top rose slightly revealing her sexy belly just above her panty line, her nipples were pointed in the chill of the air, tenting the fabric of the material of her top. I had to have some of that. I needed it now. I stood and pushed her back onto the couch, dropping between her legs and rolling them onto her shoulders as she fell backwards. Resting on my knees with her hips balanced on the couches’ arm rest, my left hand pulled her panties aside. I dove in like a starving man. Fortunately the hand held they got from the bad guys used the same type batteries Rob and Bill had stocked for their own hand-held's. Bill had left one on the kitchen table with a note about where he had gone. He didn't want Cherie to worry if she woke while he was gone and wanted her to be able to contact him if she needed him. He had explained the need for radio silence the night before but short, quick messages should be OK. He hoped it would be. Bill and Rob had agreed on a contact.